GRINS OF LOVE
What are these things
That spread across my face?
They're unbidden, these silly things
That light up this weary old face.
What causes these things, you ask?
Ahh, I say with a little guile,
'Tis love, this thing in which I bask,
For which I would walk a-mile upon mile.
What are they that light up my eyes,
These sudden, unbidden things?
'Tis love and friendship and sighs
That bring forth these silly girlish grins!
c ELR 2013